The Calgary Journal
The Calgary Journal


It’s 4 a.m. I don’t know the date. I barely remember where I am. Dried coffee and tea stain the inside of paper cups that are littered across a desk decorated with sheets of papers I vaguely recall receiving in class.

My eyes are droopy, my energy drained; the rest of my body feels as though I’ve been in a brawl and I was definitely not the winner. Yet, somehow, my fingers are still tapping away at the glowing keys attached to my computer, desperate to make coherent sentences appear.

I am a lot of things but a procrastinator, I am not. So why am I sitting in a pool of my own mess at this ungodly hour on a school night? The answer is quite simple: Group projects.

Travelling to new places and far off lands; it’s what I live for. Flying thousands of miles up in the clouds. Surviving out of a suitcase. Staying in hotel room after gorgeous hotel room.

The word two-spirit has had many meanings throughout generations: a spiritual healer, a leader. However, in modern days, it is seen through a more negative lens.

Nostalgia, defined, means “a sentimental longing or wistful affection for the past, typically for a period or place with happy personal associations.”

My most recent experience of such a feeling started about 75 steps to the right of my mom’s front porch. There lies a narrow foot path with a gate at the end.